AND THEN FIRE! SHOT DOWN! FROM THE SKY IN BOLTS! LIKE SHINING BLADES OF THE NIGHT!

aND THEN FIRE! SHOT DOWN! FROM THE SKY IN BOLTS! LIKE SHINING BLADES OF THE NIGHT!

“There’s a Greek legend—no, it’s in something Plato wrote—about how true lovers are really two halves of the same person. It says that people wander around searching for their other half, and when they find him or her, they are finally whole and perfect. The thing that gets me is that the story says that originally all people were really pairs of people, joined back to back, and that some of the pairs were man and man, some woman and woman, and others man and woman. What happened was that all of these double people went to war with the gods, and the gods, to punish them, split them all in two. That’s why some lovers are heterosexual and some are homosexual, female and female, or male and male.”

― Nancy Garden, Annie on My Mind

that awkward moment when your group is doing a trust exercise and you’re doing everything your partner asks of you and you realize it kind of feels like that fic you read about service submission

Love examples of earlier transformative works! 

This is part 7 of I’m not sure how many. Note this is the same publication that ran the “spiders Grantaire” article.

Translation: 1) Valjean gripes about M. Victor Hugo, who roasted his arm for the reader’s entertainment. [T/N: I guess this is a reference to the scene at the Gorbeau house?] 2) With all confidence, Valjean finds King Charles X [well uh not king anymore since the arm-burning incident happened in 1832], uses Charles’ brother, his friend Louis XVIII, as a reference, and asks him if he would be willing to take on the task of amusing the reader until his arm heals. 3) Charles X, who is truly the best of men, takes charge of the reader, tells him about the capture of Trocadero, the “Unobtainable Chambre” [of ultraroyalist deputies] of 1827, and a bunch of things that could not have less to do with Victor Hugo’s novel. 4) King Charles X takes advantage of the Revolution of 1830 to walk out on the reader.

Thanks, it’s nice to get some more insight into the background, especially since I didn’t get to see Ramin’s Les Mis even once. (I did think I’d heard a gentler version that I preferred. But this seems incredibly intense, almost angry in one part, and it’s good to know that that might have been a particular reaction to Kyle.) 

For the whole evening after I’d heard about Kyle’s death, I was wondering how Ramin and the rest of the cast were performing that day. Bring Him Home was stuck in my head through the next day, and I didn’t realize why for ages. :/ I’m glad he acknowledged the particular poignancy of that song, on that stage, with the lyric change that day. Although picturing it, I wonder how the rest of the cast kept it together. :/

thanks for reblogging that bring him home with the line change for Kyle Jean-Baptiste. very sad now, but glad to have heard it. do you feel like there was a difference in how he sang the rest of the piece from how he normally does?

Well, at the time I didn’t know that anything was wrong at all, and since then so much happened that I’m not quite certain of my recollections anymore? I remember now that I was really confused by him changing that line and wondered why he had messed up the lyrics after singing them thousands of times, but I literally forgot that had happened until someone else found that in my audio of it. I do remember that it was an amazing show, but at the time I thought it was just that, everyone doing their best and doing an amazing job on stage. :/ And while there are loots of boots where I feel like Ramin is overdoing it in BHH (it’s a prayer, after all, no need to shout it), everytime I’ve heard it in that final week he’d toned it down and sang it gently and with feeling. But this version and his final BHH are definitely the most emotional versions I’ve ever heard him sing.

look at our ass biscuits

congratulations to Minerva McGonagall on her pending retirement today, who is going to look down at her list of first years and see “James Sirius Potter” and just call it a fucking day